I looked at you when we were young!
I saw a future of love and hope.
I looked at you ten years later,
our love and trust could always cope.
I looked at you as twenty years past,
thinking then our love could not last...
I walked away and then came back
to the love we once had...
Now eight years later time flies by,
we live, we love in times good and bad.
I sit and look at you and imagine ten years from now...
Hoping, believing that time will keep our vow...
To have and to hold until death us do part,
your hands, tenderness and love keeps my heart.
Together we walk hand in hand,
forever bound to walk this land.
To walk in love and faith and trust,
to have, to hold, our love a must...
You were my love when first we met,
and will forever that is no bet...
I love you my special friend and wife,
I always will, for the rest of my life...
I love you...
Your husband...

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.

It’s a mother-in-law’s right, her prerogative
To ‘drop in’ on her son almost any time,
But a mother-in-law should always be prepared
For almost anything she may find.
So, Mother Cready dropped in unannounced;
But as she approached her son’s front door,
Suddenly it opened. “Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?”
His young wife stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.
“Oh, my word!” Mother Cready exclaimed with surprise.
“Why are you naked? Are you insane?”
Just as surprised, the young wife pulled her inside.
“Please, Mother Cready…if you’ll just let me explain.
You see, when Mac has had a rough day,
When he’s been under a lot of stress,
Sometimes I meet him at the door
With a smile and a kiss in my happy dress.
It always relaxes him and makes him happy,
Then he makes me very happy too.
It works for Mac and me, Mother Cready;
Maybe it would work for you.”
“We’re too old for such.” scoffed Mother Cready.
“Perhaps if we were young like the two of you.”
But, on her way home, she decided
She was definitely going to try it too.
So, she bathed and put on some nice perfume,
Fixed her make-up and her hair.
She was thinking some very sexy thoughts,
But she had to hurry…no time to spare.
She heard her husband’s car in the driveway;
And as he approached their front door,
She threw it open. “Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?"
She stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.
She saw a little grimace cross his face,
But that was not the worst.
Then he said, “I appreciate your happy dress, my dear;
But maybe you should have ironed it first.”
ALTERNATE LAST VERSE
“Well…your ‘happy dress’ could use some ironing;
But my birthday suit could use some starch.”
He kissed her. “Bet you and I can work it out.”;
And off to bed they marched.

You will want to come back one day
Like the crashing of a waterfall
Hard yet soft at the same time
With variations in light
Swirling, reflecting off the water
You will want to come back one day
Like a butterfly on a journey
Flying high, steadfast
Silhouetted by sunlight at dusk
Elegantly shinning
You will want to come back one day
Like a trees search for light
Extending it's branches directionally
Frantic to find the missing sun
You came back one day
Patina beautiful, aged gracefully
Like the floors in our home
Beautifully antiqued like our lives

I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.
You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.
We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.
When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.
Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.
You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.
Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.

Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam,
Wondering what we are and who I am.
Since we’ve already raised a family,
Is there anything left just for you and me?
Seems each day is just like the one before.
Exactly what have we both been working for?
So many years lost from nine to five...
Making ends meet, but barely feeling alive.
I wanna find us some tropical getaway--
Somewhere lost where the locals play;
With fishing boats and mango trees,
And spicy scents carried on the breeze.
I wanna find us some island Shangri-La—
A quiet spot with no hoopla...
Some place where it’s easy to hide,
That can’t be found in a tourist guide.
I wanna find us some tropical paradise
Where nights are warm and folks are nice,
And green birds sing exotic melodies
While monkeys play high in coconut trees
We could lounge in that tropical paradise,
As bonfires spark like fireflies;
Watch lovers dance while steel drums play
Calypso tunes from dusk till day.
I wanna hold you close on an empty beach,
With a full moon just out of reach.
We could sneak behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Let’s forget about all the noisy mobs,
Grown-up kids, and annoying jobs,
And swing in a hammock made for two—
And snuggle close, just me and you.
(Chorus)
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Will be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We’ll dance away each endless night,
Lost in love, with no dawn in sight.

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast
Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds
Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are
Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs
Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens
#Poem by +Gokul Alex

I thank God every morning we have met
for the fun we have doesn't have a price
and the love we have we'll never forget
we both love sweet and sour chicken with rice
It is true we are two peas in a pod
and we both know that life is never fair
and we don’t share the same belief of God
Having you in my life brought it some flair
I’m almost a decade older than you
I know now age does make a difference
I know my love for you is always true
Maybe someday we’ll have that picket fence
This is much more than a marriage my wife
This is the greatest adventure of life

A message of love
Love it be the sweetest thing
I have found this out
I didn’t always know this though
It’s sweetness I did doubt
I never, ever gave, just took
As I treated you like a slave
I do not want much in this world
But forgiveness I do crave
I was the product of my dad
Who treated mum this way
That was what they taught me then
So when it came, my day
To marry you, my sweetest one
I thought that’s what men did
But now my angel listen well
Can’t keep my feelings hid…
I now know love so very well
It’s not the way I thought
Crazy feelings all the time
All that stuff comes to naught
For this, it cannot last forever
But true love really does
And Lord it’s such a wondrous thing
Though it don’t cause much fuss
It’s in those little things we do
As each day comes along
It’s about that old togetherness
That hold folks oh, so strong
It’s such a joy, but one can’t see
Like he does, when he is old
That love grows sweeter every day
Though the life force grows more, cold.
18 August 2013 @ 0531hrs

Darling will you stand by me
in all the days of our lives
in dark and glorious days ahead
will you be always at my side
When life will take its toll on me
and confines me to our bed
when I can no longer walk with pride
darling will you stand by me
When age has its mark upon my life
and I'd be more dependent on you
will you hold my hand so tenderly
like the way you used to do
I need to know and be assured
that you will always be with me
I can face the storms that life will bring
as long as you will stand by me
Contest:Stand By Me
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
1/17/15

A Cave Man Day
One day long ago a cave man slept uncomfortably
The brutal sun, good for nothing, woke him up abruptly
Ants crawled all over his body and began to bite
He ate every one of them one by one
Using his fingers and his thumbs as utensils
There was no name for breakfast at the time
Or the creatures who ate his parents
Cave man was all alone and had a simple job
To find more food and stay alive
Fire had just been invented and utilized
This miracle he took with him everywhere
The other 2 gods were sun and water
Fire would be his favorite deity
The man was good at picking berries, consuming plants
All of this at great peril and certainly by chance
They could be poisonous or make him sick
All cave men had to do this to survive and take the risk
He used rocks and sharp ended sticks to take down pray
Skills taught to him by his dad before he died
Cave man was short, stout, mean, with green and jagged teeth
And made his way through Stone Age foliage
He had a bushy beard and scratched it
Wondered what he was looking at… What was that?!
When he met a woman with long legs and tangled hair
She had nice features for a cave girl from that age
He took her by the hair and clubbed her on the head
Dated, copulated and married on the spot
What a lovely wedding day
They moved into a cave

We went to a fortune teller
After we met through penfriend letters
Having written since nine and ten
We went to a fortune teller
Marriage was her main prediction
We married with complete conviction
We went to a fortune teller
After we met through penfriend letters

If I go first
Don’t weep and reel
or let sorrow fill you.
Keep your tears.
But,
place my picture on the mantel,
remember summers in the sun,
and smile.
Though I won’t see it
it’s comforting to me now
to know you’ll remember me
with joy.
If you go first
I will not cry.
I’ll be dry and dusty.
Empty,
like a forgotten room
in winter
I’ll keep your photograph
on the pillow
where your sleeping head should be
And dream of when
we were young and smooth
and love was all we knew.

the tree's grow taller than the sky,
then slowly as time goes by they die,
the people in my life i thought would stay forever,
but nothing lasted i just thought i was clever,
my dreams evolved faster than i had ever imagined,
nobody seemed real anymore,
am i fake or are they,
am i real or are they,
is this even real,
this life we live daily like a wheel,
why did you change,
why did you leave,
why did you promise me,
and then act like you dont know me,
why did you come in so pure and left so clean,
the disaster made me grow,
now i am like the sunshine with a glow,
i look at the horizon and i know i own it,
i know its mine,
i know i paid the fine,
i know i gave you everything like my life was on the line,
i changed i am older,
your words made me bolder,
my dreams made me colder,
as time goes on i will evolve more and more,
nothing will hurt me,
if they do they can leave out the back door,
as i grow older,
as i grow older,
my dreams become further and further,
the feeling of a broken shoulder.

I see her in my future/
Her smile still has that same smell/
Her wrinkled voice still shines in my darkness/
To the countless souls she’s granny/
She’s my baby/
To the world our love was greedy/
She’s nobody’s ancestor she’s breathing/
She’s my wife that’s why we look alike and kinky/
I see her in my future/
She still reminds me where i left my poetic underwear/
She’s my lady/
I see her in our future/

The sun spills through the window’s pane
And settles upon a cherry wood cane.
And on that cane an old woman leans
As she stares out the window at trees of green.
Her mind drifts back to much younger days when
Her hair was blond from a summer's sun rays
She'd skip and sing as little girls do
When the days were long and skies were blue.
She smiles for a moment in spite of herself
and blows a kiss to the garden elf.
With a turn she shuffles toward her chair
Her days are spent most often there.
On a small wooden table by where she sits
Are cards and letters, old newspaper clips.
There’s a photo there too, young couple in love
He, in a dark suit, she, a white gown and gloves.
Her memory fades as dreams do at dawn
So few of are left, even fewer are strong.
Often she loses time and place,
in the mirror she doesn't always know the face.
It puzzles her now as she holds that gold frame
Who can they be, what is his name?
He looks like groom, and the young woman a bride
How handsome he is she thinks misty-eyed.
‘Hello my love’, a gentle kiss to her cheek.
She looks up from the photo but does not speak.
‘Our special day” he smiles and whispers to her
“The day that we wed, oh how happy we were”.
She takes a moment to let his words sink in
Another glance at the photo, the memory begins.
An evening in summer, the church was white
The violins played underneath star light.
“We married” she says and touches his face.
“We did” he replies, “You wore satin and lace.”
“We danced and we danced” has he takes her hand.
“Come dance with me now”, and helps her to stand.
He hums an odd tune no one else would know
Because he wrote it for her many years ago.
In each other’s arms they slowly sway
And in her mind she relives that day.

Rhapsody In Gray
Last night,
my soul shamelessly spilled
its reservoir,
cascading into a dry riverbed…
thirsting waters of love long gone
with the misty winds of time.
In the moment,
we sailed teasing tides teeming
with primed ecstasy;
and what was once thought
a swan song sung
became a melodic rhapsody.

I took my wife to breakfast nearby two lovers
briefly nibbled on each others ears we ate
our pancakes and our sausages were sweet
as candy-apple lips and forgotten flowers
from the mornings of our youth
their ankles and their knees
caressed beneath the table-top
while the sugar in our coffee soon dissolved
I ate my food and made small talk
but wistfully my hearing strayed
the restaurant was good
where four lovers might have been